“Love you, Peanut.” said Lucas, behind me, smiling down at our daughter.
“Merry Christmas, I love you both too.” answered our daughter, smiling up at us from where she sat on her bed. Two kittens curled up to her side were purring softly and she was looking at them adoringly, already lost in love with them. We’d swung by to meet Lucas’ friend at the animal shelter after leaving Nan’s and here we were. Grandparents to kittens.
Both black kittens with little white socks on their feet. The little boys were siblings. Lucas had made a joke that he finally had more testosterone in the house.
Nat was still thinking of names but had everything set up for them and was claiming she was ready to take responsibility. They were cute and it was fun to watch Lucas melting over baby animals the way he was.
Shutting the door to Nat’s room I followed my fiance down the stairs to the living room. The only light was coming from the Christmas tree and the snow was falling gently outside the window.
“I know you hate it, but wow.” I said, gesturing to the view.
Lucas looked over at me, “It's okay I guess. It is Christmas, after all.”
I poked him in the side as he wrapped his arms around me, drawing me close to him.
“This was pretty good for our First Christmas, wasn’t it?” I whispered.
“It was the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” he answered, kissing me softly.
THE END.
